Hey, Dad?

You left your cell phone at home. Call us or come get it.

Come on, you son of a bitch.

You only have to last me 24 more hours, you fucking useless AC adapter, and you can't even charge my damn laptop fully. You won't stay plugged in and this is making me very angry. If you do not cooperate soon, I will probably take the kitchen knife to you and hang working for the rest of the day on rewrites.

No love at all --

Cat

Winters out.

Cordage finally dead. Going to putter around the house until time for shrink, eat something, and save battery for a little later.

Memory

Eight years ago today, I woke to find my father coming up the stairs. It was mid-morning, and Princess Diana had just been killed in a car accident with Dodi al-Fayed. No, I said, you're joking, but he wasn't. I spent that morning, like this one, glued to the telly.

I'd like to take a minute and thank Diana for all she did during her time on earth. She truly had a heart of gold, and I hope she was rewarded in the afterlife. Rest well, madam. Rest well. You are fondly remembered.